Friday, February 22, 2002

I know I haven't been writing much lately.  I've been reading House of Leaves.  I started it last Sunday night, read 50 pages, and then forced myself to stop before I got too freaked out.  I read Entertainment Weekly for a while before going to sleep with the closet light on. I don't know that I've ever been so affected by a book.  I've never been squeamish about horror, be it in movies or books; it's never really bothered me.  I haven't had a nightmare, a truly horrifying dream, since I was little.  This book, though, has me noticing every little noise the apartment makes at 3 A.M. when it's completely dark and I'm here by myself and I'm trying not to think about the things I can't see with the lights out. It's frightening and exhilirating at the same time.  I can't put the book down, but I have to ready myself every time I pick it up, and I can't read it too late at night. 12:55:16 AM     Stunning free skate propels Hughes to gold  It was truly fabulous. If figure skating was a weekly thing, or even a monthly thing, I probably wouldn't be particularly in to it.  However, being as it's a once-every-four-years thing, I find it very exciting.  I always wind up getting emotionally involved over the course of the evening.  It's the same with gymnastics in the Summer Olympics. I don't mind that it's over.  It's time.  It's been great; see you in four years. 12:42:10 AM

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